[football] this god

"You can go to Barcelona."

The Jazz told Cristiano this during training the next day—clearly, Mendes' work was as efficient as ever.

"But, don't get too excited, it's conditional." Jazz said, "I'll let you start the next game, but I won't allow you to go there if you can't score in the first half -- assists Not counting your goals, Cristiano, don't try to put me off, not even the penalties."

Some old and disrespectful gentlemen behind him let out muffled laughter that could not be ignored.

Cristiano feels like he's being picked on, but so what?The future Mr. Golden Globe will not surrender to any power!

"The current Ronaldo will start today. This is his third game at Manchester United, the third consecutive appearance and the first start-this proves that the Jazz are completely optimistic about him, and it also proves that he has got a lot of money at Manchester United. A good position is not easy for a young man."

The commentator said this when he was doing pre-match in the live broadcast room.

"Although many people in the outside world claim that this young man is another Ronaldo, I am still cautiously optimistic. My opinion is to continue to observe this child. After all, he has only one, and as a newcomer, his characteristics have not been recognized by the Premier League. This may have contributed to his early outstanding performance. But what if other people know about him? We can't estimate this situation yet." The guest gave a conservative point of view, "Yes, my attitude is this young man It remains to be seen. We shouldn't get too crazy about him."

Cristiano looked up at the sky above the stadium and the fans of the same color as the flames in the stands around him. This was the first time he started in this stadium in "this life". It was also at this time that he realized that he had never forgotten Manchester. holy fire.

"Promise me, Cristiano, that your blood will always be Manchester red."

Cristiano suddenly remembered that Jazz had said this to him when he left Manchester.

My blood will always be Manchester red.

"Are you nervous?" Perhaps because he was too worried about the mentality of the young people, Keane ran to Cristiano from the front of the team and asked, "Don't worry too much, you did very well in the first two games."——Say Honestly, Cristiano thinks Keane looks more nervous than he does.

"Roy, I'm fine..." Cristiano wanted to give the other party a smile, telling the other party with the calmness of a "former" Champions League [-]-goal record creator and Mr. Big Scene, that he is fine.But when he tried to say it he couldn't - he was choked up by the beating of his heart.

He has retired for several years, and this period of time is too long for him, so long that he has forgotten the feeling of standing on the court waiting to start - when he recalled many times, he even thought blankly, maybe he In the long years of Real Madrid, he has been used to standing on the court waiting for the unknown for 90 minutes, and bearing the love and hate of almost the whole world, and this habit may have made him numb to all of this.

Until today, until he is standing here again, waiting to expand the territory in person and make the score 1:0, 2:0 or even more, instead of sitting on the bench drinking water and counting on the main players After scoring a few times so that he could play earlier, he suddenly remembered that he had never become numb.

Expanding the territory and feeling the extreme emotions of the world, that is his life.

Even though his business investment has done very well later, many people praised him as a model among professional players and the most successful one in the transition of professional players after retirement, that feeling can never replace the second he stood here desire to conquer.

When he stood there smiling and taking pictures, his life was a still lake.

But when he is standing here, his life is an ocean that is calm and surging all the time.

He didn't forget or become numb, he just carefully sealed up such a precious feeling, lest it fade or be distorted by memory in the long years.

Now, here he is again, facing the color of his blood, facing the deepest part of his soul.

Why would you choose Manchester United again?Isn't that a past you are familiar with? ——He still remembers asking himself this question before deciding to come to Manchester United.He was in a daze, he had no answers, he just followed his gut.

But now he knows.

Because that's the color of your blood, and there's blood and a body before you have a white soul.

You are not re-walking the past, you are re-shaping the body and soul of CR7, making them more plump and indestructible.

That was the beginning of your life, you can't live without it, you can't forget everything it has given you, and you must always remember that your blood is the red color of Manchester - that was his "once" promise to the Jazz.

He wasn't so nervous that he couldn't speak because he was nervous and uncertain whether he could bring a perfect performance. He was choked up by the magic of creation and the longing in his soul.

"I'm fine, Roy, I'm full of fighting spirit." Cristiano stabilized his spirit, and said with a smile to Keane, who couldn't hide his worry.

For a moment, Keane saw a mature and full soul through this thin, slightly thin body-he didn't say anything, just patted Cristiano on the shoulder.

"Ronaldo touched the ball for the first time in the game."

"It was intercepted." The commentator sighed, "But no actual damage was caused. Scholes, who was chasing back, snatched the ball back and passed it to the midfielder."

Leo carefully picked a lemon-flavored one from the big candy bucket and put it in his mouth. He thanked the boss's wife for bringing the meat, and then quickly turned his attention back to the big TV in the barbecue shop—that was broadcasting Manchester United. Contest.

The boss's wife couldn't help sighing when she looked at Leo.

Since his last visit with a large group of teammates, Leo has quickly returned to his usual solitary behavior - which is not to say that the boss's wife is unwilling to sit down and help the big boy barbecue and take care of him in case he is in a hurry She just hoped that this good boy could socialize with other people more. After all, humans are social animals, aren't they?

"I'm not very good at this." But every time the boss's wife persuaded Leo to get along with his peers more, Leo would tell her this with a shy smile-she knew it was perfunctory, but it was not good Say more to upset Leo.

"It's been 10 minutes in the first half, and neither side has made any achievements." The commentator's voice was very flat, as if he was indifferent to it, but it was just a seeming, "I'm missing David Beckham. I'm always at ease in midfield."

Leo chewed a piece of beef, and took a quick bite of candy after chewing-he didn't know what the commentator was talking about, but he could feel the disappointment of the other party.

"A long pass from the backcourt to the frontcourt and handed over to Van Nistelrooy. Van Nistelrooy couldn't find a chance, so he passed it back to Scholes, Scholes..." The commentator sighed at this point, "Scholes Stan's shot from long range was... just as expected. Why can't he pass it again?"

"The opponent's ball came out...directly to Ronaldo's feet? I'm sorry, I may be old, and now the Premier League is so low that a goalkeeper who can make such a mistake can keep his main position? Is this the Premier League? You Maybe try Turkey."

Leo didn't know what the commentator said, but judging from the tone, he knew that the commentator thought it was a very poor performance by the goalkeeper-he might be wrong.

Leo was sure he saw Ronaldo rushing to the right position after the kick - which was actually a mistake by the opposing defender.The defender made a mistake. If he can judge the ball as accurately as Ronaldo, in terms of his strength, it is not a problem to squeeze Ronaldo.

Just the mistake of rushing the ball, this year's defender should be sent to dig coal.

"Ronaldo!"

Leo quickly looked up again, even forgetting the beef on his plate.

"Facing the goalkeeper after the pass, scored with one kick! Manchester United lead 1:0!"

Cristiano sprinted toward the Jazz, embracing the cheering fans with open arms.

Jazz looked at the little boy, who was as sweet as honey, and laughed like a child and opened his arms to hug him.

"Can I go to Barcelona?"

Jazz's smile froze on his face, and now, he seemed to hear his leather shoes sending out an application "about violently suppressing this little Portuguese curly".

I approved - the Jazz said to his ready to move shoes - back to the locker room can act.

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See you soon, are you happy?

[Winning Celebration Series 2] [Today is Splash] [Skip if you feel unwell]

[If there is no accident, it will be updated for four days in a row] [But there was one update yesterday, so today is the second day...don't think about me]

Winning the championship is of course a good thing.

But I can only go back to Madrid to start the celebration at night, and I have to go to the city hall to celebrate after I go back to sleep for a while.

Cristiano was exhausted just thinking about it.

"Sese, don't talk to me, I want to sleep for a while now, or I won't be refreshed when I go back to Madrid."

Cristiano yawned, got on the plane and took a few photos, then took a blanket and covered his face to sleep for a while.

He is not old, but he is not a young man of 23 after all.

Then again, Ronaldo is not old at all.

Not at all.

Mr. Ramos watched as Cristiano showed his blanket of hair.

Cristiano's hair is always meticulously groomed, but after today's game, he was tossed too much and touched by too many people, so it is still a bit rough and messy.

Mr. Ramos looked around.

Coentrao was taking pictures with Pepe, and most of the rest of the people were bragging and taking pictures with each other in a few rows at the back of the cabin, and no one paid attention to this side.

He quickly leaned over and kissed Cristiano's hair.

"I'm going to sue you for sexual|harassment, Mr. Ramos."

Cristiano muttered inarticulately under the blanket.

"Remind me to get a lawyer when I wake up."

【Wait, I suddenly remembered that I will go out to play in the next few days...】

[There are still jokes, I will post them on Weibo first, and when I come back and log in with my computer, I will post them here together]

【Update as usual】